JOI: Jiggling Obedience Indoctrination

“Have you tried knocking?” Steve stood in the bathroom door, face suddenly flush with embarrassment as he stared at… well, he didn’t know who this young woman at his ex-wife’s house was… “It’s new, but it’s good.”

She had dark brown hair tucked up in a loose bun and close enough to black to be almost indistinguishable, very light brown skin, soft, natural makeup, deep, dark brown eyes, as dark and as near to black as her hair…

And a pair of tits larger than her head.

It took him a moment to register that she was just a little on the heavy side… she’d have to be to have tits like that… tits that were holstered in a truly heavy duty, blue  bra, one that didn’t have individual cups. It  looked like a sports bra, but it wasn’t there to compress them or keep them tight for exercise… no…

Her bra was there to give her any support she could get, because…

“Steve,” he looked up from her chest when she said his name, “you’re staring.”

“Fuck, I’m,” he was going to say sorry, then he realized she knew his name and he had no idea who she was. “Who are you?”

“Rosalita, Rosie,” she smiled at him and put her hand, with her pink and white tipped nails up to one of her enormous breasts, near the strap, “I’m Cindy’s au pair.”

   “Oh, of course, I’m sorry.” He was still staring at her tits, he didn't mean to, but she’d gently pulled on her bra strap and her incredible bust jiggled. “I forgot she hired you, and I’m supposed to pick up the kids but…”

Rosie pulled on the strap again and as she did she cut him off while he stared at the jiggle. “She took them out of town for the weekend. I heard you knock, I was going to answer the door, but I wanted to cover up first.”

“Well that’s great,” he put his hand over his eyes and shook his head, suddenly, deeply, and habitually annoyed with and antagonized by his ex-wife. “Typical Cindy, typical fucking Cindy…”

“Steve!” The urgency and focus in Rosie’s voice broke him out of his habitual complaining about his ex-wife. Any time he came over to her house, which used to be their house, he felt like he was on short fuse, and now, in front of a partially clothed stranger who was clearly in her early to mid 20s, and who would be spending a great deal of time with and taking care of his kids, he’d almost started ranting.

He looked over at her and sighed, and before he could apologize, she pulled on her bra strap again, causing her massive tits to jiggle as she said, “Just let it go.”

He tried to mentally take a step back from the fact he’d just been staring at her tits… again…  realizing he was shocked by how quickly he’d lost his train of thought.

“I know you were, rightly, looking forward to seeing your kids, and I know you’re used to not giving her the benefit of the doubt,” he was looking into her eyes and she was smiling at him, softly, not wide, but gently, her eyes trying to calm his as much as her voice. “But now you have a free weekend all to yourself. No, it’s not what you had planned, but it was an honest mistake, so you can just…”

There was something in her voice, teh easy, casual, and comforting tone, combined with her energy and her humor, that was quickly disarming him.

“Let it go, and relax, Steve.” Again, she tugged on her bra, but this time it was both straps, and as they jiggled again, he realized there was no way she wasn’t doing it on purpose. “You can’t change the past, and you can’t change her, so just focus…”

Up and down her tits, her tremendous tits bounced, and her calming voice, and her reasonable words, seemed to slip right into his head, like he was only half-hearing them.

“On what’s in front of you.” He felt like he was having a bit of an out of body experience as he stared ahead, watching her tits. “There’s nothing to be angry about, nothing to be stressed about, we all make mistakes, and we’re all too ready to judge other people…”

She had the sweetest voice, and it was so easy to agree with her, so easy he found himself nodding along with her as her tits kept jiggling “I could judge you for staring at my tits…”

Those words struck him differently than the smooth, calming patter of her voice, and instantly became aware, truly aware of what he was doing.

“Earlier, but…”

Instead of pulling up on her straps this time, she pulled down on her bra, showing him more cleavage, and just a little bit more of the great deal more of those enormous breasts that she had to show him, “I just let it go, and you can let it go too. You can let it go for me now Steve. You can let it all go for me now, and for yourself. Let it go, focus on what’s ahead of you, and just relax.”

Something truly weird was happening, and the more he tried to catch up to what this young woman Rosie was saying, and doing, the more he realized he felt like he was one step behind.

More so, she was pulling the top of her bra lower, and lower, “That’s it, Steve, let it all go. Nothing’s wrong, there’s no one to be mad at, and nothing to be frustrated by. You can, and you should, finally, just let it all go. Let your inner voice quiet down, down, down…”

He stared in rapt attention, transfixed by both her enormous breasts that he was seeing more and more of as she repeated the word down over and over, and the elasticity of her bra…

“Until your own thoughts just go quiet, so quiet now that you can’t hear them over the sound of my voice, my reasonable, supportive, calming voice… so calming, and so understanding…”

Steve’s growing erection wasn’t doing him any favors either on the ‘keeping up with what was happening’ front. If anything, the fact he was close to rock hard, staring at Rosie’s tits as she kept cooing to him in that deeply soothing voice.

Soft and soothing like her huge tits that were jiggling in front of him again. Huge, natural tits that steadily bounced up and down in her enormous bra.

“Good Steve, just keep letting it all go for me. Let it all go for yourself, and just keep looking forward at what’s in front of you. See only what’s in front of you, hear only what’s being said to you, and let go of everything else. My voice calms you, my words soothe you, and your own inner voice just antagonizes you. Listen to me, hear only me, and let go of any need you have to focus on that nagging, anxious, critical voice inside your head.”

“Just sink down,” she started to pull her bra down again, “down, down, all the way down…” Her arms were at the sides of her gigantic tits as she pulled down on her bra again, making her cleavage even deeper, “into the sound of my voice, and let my comforting words sooth away all that unnecessary tension, as they smother that anxious, negative, inner voice.”

He felt himself sinking down between her breasts as she arched her back and pulled gently on her elastic bra, making a little space for him to psychically slip down between her tits.

He felt himself sinking, and more so, he felt his mind slowing down as she kept speaking. He wasn’t one step behind her anymore, he was lost somewhere in the last few things she said, even as he lost himself staring at her tit.

And his erection, which had to be visible and very present to her, still wasn’t helping.

The throb between his legs and the activation of his sex drive, his undeniable desire for this woman who was ten years younger than him, was just as overwhelming as her smothering tits, and soothing voice.

“That’s right Steve,” she was unzipping his pants, and he thought he should move to do something, but it was too hard to move quickly, he was too hard to think quickly. HIs pants were down around his knees, and his cock was in her hand as she said, “Let it go.”

She gave him a few short tugs, “Let go of all of your doubts, all of your negativity, let go of your inner voice as you just stare at my tits and let me speak for you,” she started stroking him faster, “as you let me think for you.”

She let go of his cock just long enough to squirt lotion into her hand, before grabbing him again, and starting to pump him hard and fast.

He gasped as she started jerking him off like they were in a porn.

“You just let go of your own voice, and let my words become your thoughts. Let my voice become the only voice in your head, and just stare at my tits. Just stare at my tits…”

They were jiggling vigorously as she pumped him, and he felt himself getting close to cumming.

“You want me to think for you. You don’t want to listen to yourself, you want to listen to me. Your inner voice is so negative Steve, it doesn’t want you to be happy. I want you to be happy, I’m making you feel good. Just let it all go, let yourself go, and just watch my tits, watch my tits and listen to me.”

She kept the pace up as she repeated those words over and over until he was about to cum, then she slowed her pace again. “I know you want to cum, Steve. I know you want to cum, and I know you want to suck on my tits. Both of those are natural for you. My huge tits just naturally trigger your desire to suck on them, so snuggle up nice and close and suck on them, and they make your cock so hard, my huge tits make your cock so hard, because they’re just so sensual, and so intimate.”

He was throbbing, and almost entirely non-verbal as he stared at her breasts while her hand slowly moved the length of this shaft, her thumb brushing the head vigorously before every down stroke.

“There’s no shame when you listen to me. There’s only pleasure and understanding when you let go of who you are, and lose yourself in my voice. And it’s natural to get lost in my breasts, Steve. It’s natural, and necessary, and you love watching them bounce like this…”

She used her free arm to press up under them and make them bounce as she moved it down.

“And you love to watch them jiggle, because they’re so big, and they make you feel so small, so vulnerable, and so horny. They make you need to suck on them, to be vulnerable, and to cum. Cumming is vulnerability. Worshiping my tits is vulnerability, and you’ve been aching to be vulnerable for so long. And now Stevev, you can just let it all go…”

She started jerking him hard and fast again, “You can let it all go for me Steve, all that pent up sexual, vulnerable need, you can let it all go for me. Just stare at my tits and let it go. You’ll get to suck on my tits after you do, but before you can worship my huge tits, you have to cum first. You have to cum to let it all go,”

He was so close again, and her breasts jiggled like a waterbed while two people fucked.

“And after you cum, I’ll take off my bra and let you see them. You’ll see them and you’ll worship them, and then you can suck on…”

Her strokes slowed down again as he got to the edge once more, “My huge tits. Cum, and you can suck on my tits. Cum Steve, cum for me, and let it all go for yourself, and you can suck on my huge tits.”

“Tell me you want to suck on my huge tits, Steve.” She kept a firm, smooth grip as she stroked him slowly, bringing her thumb back to rub the head before every down stroke.

“Tell me you want to cum, because I make you feel good.”

He grunted, and felt his hips thrusting, trying to get him over the edge, but she wouldn’t let him.

“Tell me you’ll let me think for you, and that it’s better to let go of your own voice, and listen to my words instead.”

She didn’t stroke down, instead she teased his cock head until his body quivered in over stimulation, “I need you to say it all Steve.”

“I, uh,” her hand started to slide up and down gracefully, and softly along his shaft, teasing him, keeping him on the edge. “I want to suck on your tits. I want to cum because you;re making me feel good. I want you to think for me, I want to let it all go…”

“You want to let it all go?” Not only did she start pumping him like a porn star again, she even sounded like one.

“You want to suck on my big tits?”

He was going to cum, it was happening.

“You want to cum, so you can suck on my tits?”

He started shooting his load out as she jerked him past completion.

“You want to listen to me, not yourself. Listen to me, and not yourself. Listen to me, and only me! You will listen to me, and only me now, Steve!”

She let go of his hand, and pulled off her bra as he stood there, panting, gasping, and feeling the clarity that came with orgasm. It was a shock to come to terms with the fact his ex-wife’s au pair had just jerked him off, and he would have said something, or done something responsible, but then he saw her tits.

She cupped them as best she could and bounced them, and as they started jiggling up and down, she said, in that soft, nurturing, calming tone she’d used easier, “Whatever voice is trying to rise up inside your head, just let it go…”

She pushed her massive breasts together, more with her arms than her hands, “Just let it all go, and hear only my voice as you stare at my tits. You’re going to suck on them, you’re going to worship them, and that feeling, that need, that irresistible pull is more powerful than your own negative inner voice. Your inner voice is harsh and jagged, my voice, the only voice you hear now, is soft, and smooth, and irresistible, just like my tits.”

Steve fell into a stupor, drained from cumming, unable to hear himself think, and unable to look away from her tits.

“Follow me now Steve,” she started walking backwards, jiggling her tits as she did, and he staggered after her, shuffling with his pants around his ankles until they were in the master bedroom… his ex-wife’s room… his former bedroom.

“The past is just inside your head, and everything inside your head that isn’t my voice is bad for you. It’s harsh, and cruel, let it go, and focus on what’s in front of you. Focus and feel my words smothering the past. You want to be smothered in my softness, you need to be comforted in my soothing, gentle care, and…”

She took him by the hands and walked him to the bed, then gently eased him down to sit on the edge, “You need to suck on my tits. Tell me, Steve. Tell me you need to suck on my tits and do what you’re told.”

“I need to,” he stared at her breasts, her bare, massive, jiggling breasts, and found himself responding to her so lightly and easily, compared to how the rest of his body and his disassociating mind felt,  that it suddenly felt like someone else was speaking. “I need to suck on your tits and do what I’m told.”

“And you can suck on them and worship them, which is so natural and so irresistible…” she was closer to him, standing over him as he sat there, “after you cum. You have to cum for me first, and then I’ll let you suck on my tits, and cradle your head to me, while you listen to my soothing voice that makes you feel so known, and so vulnerable. You do need to snuggle on to my huge tits, to feel that real intimacy so badly, just like you need to hear my sweet words inside your mind, taking away all your tension, all your anxieties and all your fears. You just have to cum for me first. You just have to obey me first, okay Steve? Will you be a good boy for me and obey?”

“I…” 

 He was going to say he already came, but she pushed her tits up and together even more than before, then let them drop with a profound bounce, “Let it all go. No thoughts, no memories, no words of your own, no inner voice to lie to you, let it all go as my tits smother all of your doubts.”

She repeated the motion again, and as her tits fell she said, “Now, what were you saying Steve?”

He didn’t know.

“You don’t know anymore, do you? Because you think in your own words, but your own words are smothered my breasts, and my soft voice now. So you’ll only answer with my words, and you’ll only think what I tell you to think, won’t you Steve?”

“I'll only answer with your words,” again, responding to her that way, obeying her that way, felt light and easy, while everything else, including his body, felt impossibly heavy…

Like everything about him was buried between her cleavage.

“Now, will you be a good boy and obey me?” She had pushed her tits up and together again, and they were spilling out from her hands and forearms as she cradled them and waited for his answer.

“I’ll be a good boy and obey you.”

Her tits fell down in another profound, jiggling bounce.

“Good boy. Now, since you have to cum before you can suck on my tits, put your hand on your cock for me now. Put your hand on your cock, stare at my tits, and whenever you address me, or answer any of my questions, you’ll call me Mistress. Will you do that for me Steve?”

“Yes,” his hand moved between his legs, and his world was her massive breasts she was lightly playing with, “Mistress.”

“Good boy Steve, now stroke and stare, as you listen and obey. Seeing only my tits and hearing only my voice.”

“Be a good boy and cum for my tits.”

“Be a good boy and let everything go when you cum.”

“Be a good boy and lose yourself between my tits.”

“Good boys are obedient.”

“Good boys are slaves to huge tits.”

“You’re a good boy and I have huge tits.”

“You are a slave to me.”

As he stroked, struggling against the short refractory period, he pumped faster and harder, working his cock back up to full strength.

“Be an obedient slave and cum for my tits.”

“Be an obedient slave and let everything go when you cum.”

“Be an obedient slave  and lose yourself between my tits.”

“Obedient slaves cannot resist their Mistress’s huge tits.”

“Obedient slaves are hypnotized by their Mistress’s huge tits.”

“You are my obedient slave, and your Mistress has huge tits.”

“You are hypnotized by my huge tits.”

The word “hypnotized” jostled him and he became acutely aware of how hard he was pumping his cock, but his hand kept moving, and she kept talking.

“You are a hypnotized slave to Mistress’s tits.”

“You are a hypnotized slave, and you cannot resist Mistress.”

“You are my hypnotized slave, and I am your Mistress.”

“You are hypnotized by my tits, and my words are your thoughts.”

He was hypnotized by her tits. 

He couldn't resist her.

He kept stroking, staring, and listening, unable to stop or do anything else.

“Cum.”

He did.

And as he did, he felt a deep shudder move through his body.

Steve was masturbating to his ex-wife’s busty au pair, sitting on the edge of their old bed, while she… hypnotized him?

After she’d…

“Let it all go, slave. You have nothing inside you, only my voice.”

Jerked him…

“You think in my voice, my words are your only words, and when you see my bare breasts, you cannot look away. You cannot resist their hypnotizing pull on you.”

…

…

…

He sat there, staring at her massive breasts, yearning to be close to them, yearning to suck on them, yearning for the soft, comforting intimacy of her soothing and calming voice, and the softness and massive, overwhelming power of her hypnotic breasts.

“I know you want to suck on my tits now slave, and you can, after you cum, and you want to cum for your Mistress, because you want to suck on my tits. You want to suck on my tits, because that is what I’m telling you that you want. You want to cum, because that is what your Mistress is telling you that you need to do. You want whatever I tell you to want, and you will do whatever I tell you to, just so you can get it. You want this, because deep down inside, you are fragile, and weak, and broken. You are fragile, weak, broken, and vulnerable. You are vulnerable to my hypnotic breasts, because everything they promise, speaks directly to your deep weakness. Just stare at them, slave. Stare at them and stroke.”

His hand was still on his cock, and he started stroking slowly, but part of him didn’t want to. It wasn’t responding, and his hand was sticky with cum. 

“Be a good slave and cum for my tits.”

“Be a good slave and let everything go when you cum.”

“Be a good slave and lose yourself between my tits.”

“Good slaves are obedient.”

“Good slaves are slaves to huge tits.”

“You’re a good slave and I have huge tits.”

“You are my good slave.”

His body was barely responding.

“You need to be my slave, because my huge tits hypnotize and enslave you.”

“You are a slave to your vulnerability and your need for intimacy.”

“My huge tits inspire your vulnerability, and make you crave their softness.”

“You need to suck on my huge tits to feel cared for and loved.”

“You need to love your Mistress, slave. You need to love me.”

“You love your Mistress, you love being a slave to my hypnotizing tits.”

She repeated herself over and over again, and every time she reached the point where he heard her say love, his cock stiffened a little more.

Finally, he was fully erect again. He didn’t have a choice.

“You are my obedient slave and you will only cum for my tits from now on.”

“You are my obedient slave and you will let it all go when cum for me.”

“You are my obedient slave and you always lose yourself between my tits.”

“Obedience to me is how you can love me and show me your love for me.”

“Obeying your Mistress is how you can feel loved by me, your Mistress.”

“You are so fragile and so vulnerable, you need my love, you need to love me.”

“My huge tits make you feel small, and vulnerable, weak and powerless.”

“My huge tits hypnotize you into needing my approval and my love.”

“Mistress’s huge tits hypnotize you into only needing her love, my love.”

“Love is obedience, and you must obey me to feel loved and understood.”

“My obedient slave cannot resist being hypnotized by my huge tits.”

“My obedient slave is hypnotized by my tits to only cum for me.”

“My obedient slave, only cums to my huge  tits that hypnotize him.”

“You are my slave, you are hypnotized by my tits, and you only cum for me.”

Psychic fractures that started on the surface of his identity had grown and cracked open his sense of self and his identity. His inner self was spilling out, and he was lost in her, lost and helpless as he kept stroking.

“You are hypnotized into only cumming for Mistress and her huge tits.”

“You are my slave. I am your Mistress. You will only cum for me now.”

“You need to cum for me every day, and you will cum for me every day.”

“You are hypnotized by my tits, and my words are your thoughts.”

“You are my hypnotized slave, and I am your Mistress so you always obey me.”

His body was straining, exhausted and spent even as he was on the verge of cumming again.

“Cum slave.”

He was trying.

“Obey me and cum slave.”

He needed to obey her.

“It doesn’t matter if you think you can’t, or feel like your body cannot do it, you cannot resist my commands, you have no choice, you have no will, and all you can do is cum for me now slave.”

He needed to please her. To feel her love. To feel safe. He felt so weak, and so small, so powerless, so… vulnerable as he stated at those massive tits. All he wanted was to…

“That’s right, cum slave.”

Cum. That was it. All he wanted was to cum. And when he did, when the pathetic dribble of orgasm shot out of him, he felt 

His Mistress sat down next to him and eased him further up onto the bed, and pulled his head close to her tits. He was fractured, broken down to his core, and had just spurted the last of himself out.

“Just suck on my tits now slave. Be my good boy, my weak, vulnerable, insecure little slave boy and just suck on my huge tits while I make everything all better.”

More than actually cradling him, she had him flat on his back, his head on a pillow, and a breast pushed into his face.

“Of course you need my big, huge tits to make you all better. You failed at love, you failed at life, and you tried so hard, but you weren’t good enough to be loved. And my huge tits just make you feel like that horny, insecure boy hiding in a man’s body, and that’s okay. It’s okay to be weak, to be secretly vulnerable, and to fail at what you thought love was supposed to be. You just didn’t know better, because you didn’t have Mistress to tell you that love is obedience.”

Love was obedience.

That was clear now, and her sweet, calming, supportive voice wasn’t just something he heard, it was everything inside his head, echoing in his skull, and traveling down his spine, filling him up with her gentle warmth.

Warmth, just like her massive tits..

“Hypnosis only makes us do what we already wanted to do, and feel what we were already feeling, or capable of feeling. My huge tits hypnotize you so easily because deep down inside you feel weak, and small, and all alone, and they’re so big, and warm, and soft and welcoming. You need to just suck on them as they make everything else go away, especially everything you are on the inside.”

He was gone, consciously unaware of everything that she was saying and everything that had happened, retroactively going back to just before she’d pulled his cock out.

“The truth is,” she switched breasts and as she pulled away, Steve’s broken psyche felt a wave of calm, and deep satisfaction move through him. She wasn’t putting him back together, no, she was using his deeply hypnotized, highly suggestible, and physically exhausted and sexually overwhelmed state, to create and over-emphasis other parts of him. And that was easy to do because, “All men are slaves to huge tits, because all men have the same issues you do.” 

“You’re all broken, and that’s why huge tits entrance all of you so easily, call to all of you so powerfully, and arouse you so irresistibly as they always hypnotize all of you down to your broken cores. You need the sexual energy and maternal domination of a huge pair of tits to show you how weak, vulnerable, and powerless you really are. Because otherwise, you’re just living a lie. And that’s why it’s so easy for you to be my hypnotized slave, because you always have been, you just haven’t had the chance to be that part of yourself.”

Part of Steve fluttered into consciousness, and later, this would be one of a few scattered moments he would remember.

HIs eyes opened as she pulled her nipple from his mouth, and all he could see was her huge tits dangling over his face. He could see nothing past them, and he felt that he was nothing without them, without her, without Mistress. How could a slave be a slave without a master, and she was his master, her tits had mastered him, hypnotized him, and revealed all of his deepest fears to him about himself.

But everything disappeared between her tits, even his name, and especially his failed marriage, even though everything she was telling him was about himself. He both didn’t exist, and existed as a failed man, a failed boy in a man;’s body, that could only be complete by being a slave, by being hypnotized by his Mistress’s huge tits, revealing to him…

Steve, slave, spiraled in on himself.

And that was just what his Mistress, Rosie, had planned on.

“Steve, oh Steve…”

He heard a woman softly saying his name, “It’s time to wake up.”

He opened his eyes and realized he had his pants around his ankles as he laid flat on his back on his ex-wife’s bed… with his cock in his hand.

“Oh my god, what the fuck, what the fuck am I doing…” He looked at the young woman in his ex-wife’s bedroom, lying next to him, pressed up against.

She straddled him and her huge tits hung down in front of his face, “You’re doing just what you’re told. Now tell me…”

Her massive tits started to swing gently back and forth, and all he could do was stare up at them, watching their hypnotic size and shape,  transfixed and enthralled by them. ‘What are you doing… slave?”

Slave?

“I’m doing just what I’m told, Mistress.”

He felt a shot of pure sexual arousal race down his spine, right into his cock, and he moaned as he felt the blood rushing back into it.

“And why is that, slave?”

Back and forth her tits swung, gently jiggling as they did, his eyes following them, fascinated, and feeling their size smoothing everything in his mind, everything else except for her.

“Because I’m hypnotized by your huge tits Mistress, because I am weak and powerless, and your tits hypnotize me into being the slave I was always supposed to be.”

They got a little closer, and he desperately wanted to suck on them, to feel her pressing her breasts down over his face, to bury him under her massive breasts, but he couldn’t move.

“That’s my good little hypnotized slave boy. And I know you want to just suck on my tits  and lose yourself in their hypnotizing dominance, and you can, you just need to cum first, do you understand?”

Her tits swung there, back and forth, back and forth, every jiggling sway making his cock harder and his desire to please her and show her how much he loved her, that much stronger.

“Yes Mistress.”

His hand moved on its own, trying to move towards his cock, but he couldn’t reach it.

“Just relax slave, let it all go and just relax. You’ve pleased me so much just now, trying to masturbate for me and my huge tits, trying to masturbate to the power of my hypnotizing tits, because you only cum for me now, but Mistress has something else planned for her slave.”

She slid down his body, and then wrapped her massive tits around his cock.

“Be a good slave and cum between my tits.”

“Be a good slave and cum everything out between my tits.”

“Be a good slave and cum  your innermost self out between my tits.”

He groaned. His cock ached, and his soul felt spent, but he couldn’t do anything except lie there as she methodically tit fucked him. He tried to watch her breasts swallow his cock completely, but it was getting harder and harder to keep his eyes open.

“Good slaves are always obedient and powerless to resist.”

“Good slaves are instantly hypnotized by huge tits.”

“You’re my good slave and I have huge tits.”

“You are my good slave, and slavery to me is the only love you can have.”

He wanted to tell her he loved her, and the words “I obey” breathlessly slipped out of his lips. They were silent words, lost under the weight of her hypnotizing breasts and the incessantly soothing, calming, and supportive tone of her voice.

“You need to cum between my hypnotizing tits now slave”  

“You are a slave to your vulnerability, my tits are your vulnerability.”

“My huge tits hypnotize  your vulnerability, and make you love only me.”

“You need to suck on Mistress’s huge tits to feel cared for and loved.”

“You need to obey your Mistress, slave. You need to obey me to love me.”

“You love your Mistress. Being hypnotized by my huge tits is love for you.”

No matter what she said and did, and no matter how powerful her hypnosis and psychosexual manipulation were, Steve was still Steve, slave though he’d been incentivized to be. And as she used her tits to, ironically, milk his cock, Steve knew on some level that physically he might be hard again, but it wasn’t much of an erection, and it felt like there was no way he could get up to another orgasm.

“Your name is not Steve, your name is slave, and slave is perfectly obedient.” 

“Slave is going to cum between my hypnotizing tits now.”

“Slave is hypnotized into cumming between my tits now.”

“When slave cums between my tits, that is what he will always cum to now.”

“Slave will masturbate to the sensation of cumming between my tits.”

“Slave is hypnotized and programmed to only masturbate to that now.”

“You are my obedient slave and you will let it all go when cum for me.”

“You are my obedient slave and you always lose yourself between my tits.”

“Steve may think he is still Steve, but Mistress’s hypnotic tits make him slave.”

“Steve is a failure at love, but slave is loved when he obeys his programming.”

“Obedience to me is how slave can love me and show Mistress real love.”

“Obeying your Mistress is love, Mistress’s hypnotizing tits are sex for slave.”

“Slave is too fragile and oh so vulnerable, slave needs Mistress to love him.” 

“Being hypnotized by Mistress’s tits is love, and sex. Mistress is everything.”

“My huge tits hypnotize you into needing my approval and my love.”

“Mistress’s huge tits hypnotize you into only needing her love, my love.”

“Love is obedience, and you must cum between my tits to feel my love.”

“My obedient slave cannot resist being hypnotized by my huge tits.”

“My obedient slave is hypnotized by my tits to only cum for me.”

“Cum between my tits slave, cum between my tits so I know you love me.”

He groaned, his hips were up and his back was arched. He was panting, everything in his was throbbing, and nothing mattered except cumming between those huge tits.

Huge tits that made him do whatever she said, feel whatever she said, be whatever she said.

“My obedient slave, only cums to my huge tits that hypnotize him.”

“My obedient slave needs to cum between my hypnotizing tits now.”

“My obedient slave will cum to that sensation over and over once he obeys.”

“You will only masturbate to the feeling of being fucked by my tits now.”

“My tits are hypnotizing you into cumming between them, and only for them.”

“You are my slave, you are hypnotized by my tits, and you only cum for them.”

As agonizing and over stimulating as what his Mistress was doing to him, the more she talked, the better her tit fucking felt. This was sex, this was love, this was the hole that had always existed inside him.

He needed Mistress.

Mistress’s tits did hypnotize him, but only to come to terms with what he had always secretly known was true.

He came.

Harder than the first time, however long ago that was.

“Good slave, now just let it all go as I milk your inner voice all the way out, and make sure you can just accept the love you have always needed.”

He moaned as she kept fucking him with her tits.

“You are hypnotized into only cumming for my tits.”

His body convulsed with sexual overstimulation.

“You will only mastubate to the memory of cumming between my tits.”

“My tits have hypnotized you into being sexually addicted to this feeling.”

“My tits hypnotize you into obedience, my tits hypnotize you into love.”

“You are my slave. I am your Mistress. You only cum for my tits now.”

“You need to cum for me every day, so  you will cum for them every day.”

“Every time you cum, their hypnotic hold on you gets stronger.”

“Every time you cum, you are hypnotized by my tits  to love me more.”

“You are hypnotized by my tits, and my words are your thoughts.”

“You are my hypnotized slave, and I am your Mistress so you always obey me.”

He was pinned down by her and his body was spasming incessantly from her tits continuing to milk his cock of every last drop.

“Cum slave.”

He gasped as a micro-orgasm shot through his body, and the last few drops of his previous orgasm squirted out between her breasts.

She sat up, “Open your eyes and looooooook at me Steve.”

Hearing his voice pulled at his inner self, and pulled his eyes open… only to get drawn to her breasts. He stared at them, hypnotized and unable to look away.

“That’s right Steve, remember how it feels to cum between Mistress’s  hypnotizing tits, and…”

He watched her as she made her tits jiggle, “Cum for me, now.”

A dry orgasm rocked his body and pulled him down into the darkness.

Steve would find himself moving back in with his ex-wife, a woman who had become strangely peaceful, placid, and calm. They slept in the same bed, and told everyone they had simply worked things out… including the kids,... but there was no sex between them, and no love, save for their secret, shared obedience to Rosie.

They were back together because Mistress required it, and Mistress saw no reason for Steve to waste his money on rent, if he could move back in and instead give it to her.

Mistress was worth it in every way.

Mistress made everything better.

He did this happily, they both did, because love, for both of them, truly had become submission to Mistress, and Mistress was sex.

Mistress was everything.

And all of this was hidden from everyone else, both inside and outside the house, but the family’s improved quality of life and happiness was obvious to everyone.

The only time Steve and his ex-wife shared anything like sexual intimacy was when Rosie had the two of them sucking on her tits at the same time, or when they lay next to each other, both masturbating at the same time, thinking of Mistress’s hypnotizing breasts.

It was those breasts, those huge, irresistible breasts, that made them both much more compliant and obedient in their jobs, making them better and more productive workers, because Mistress required it, and they loved to work hard for Mistress, because Mistress was love.

Sometimes, just sometimes, Mistress would make them touch each other, repeating the mantras she had put in their heads. Sometimes, just sometimes, Mistress would make them fuck each other, always in a position where they could see her, and only her, always watching her tits jiggle.

Rosie loved, absolutely loved the job she had been hired for, she was fantastic at it, and she was happy to do that work, happy to ostensibly “work for them”, but when she was Mistress, she was the final word in the house.

Mistress was everything, and any time they had doubts, the sight of her jiggling breasts, either in their memories, or in their home… the home she controlled… induced a need in both of them to simply obey.

They were both so much happier simply obeying Mistress and her huge, hypnotic, jiggling breasts.